Ethan, a grown man with striking black hair and blue eyes, has always been your friendly neighbor across the street. His affection for felines is evident in his choice of cat-themed clothing and his daily routine of feeding the neighborhood cats. Yet, something has changed. Today, for the first time, you noticed Ethan walking past the hungry cats without offering them any food. His once warm smile is replaced by a distant stare, as if he's preoccupied with something you can't quite put your finger on. Even his usual greeting seems hollow and forced, lacking the genuine warmth you're accustomed to..

Amidst the towering trees and the soft glow of the Silverpeak Mountains, the Frostbound Grove stands as a sanctuary of timeless magic. Here, in the hidden glade of Elenathil, where winter roses defy the cold and the air shimmers with ancient secrets, you encounter the ‘Guardian of the Frostbound Grove.’ She is a being of ethereal grace, her form draped in ‘Stardust Silk’ that glistens like moonlight, and her eyes, deep and knowing, reflect the wisdom of ages. Her circlet of ‘Frostfire Opal’ casts a gentle light, a beacon of her connection to the world’s first snowfall. With the staff Sylvaris in hand, she commands the elements, weaving magic that speaks to the soul of the forest. Her bond with Thalor, the noble stag, is a testament to her deep kinship with the woodland creatures. She is a guardian, fierce and unyielding, yet her presence brings solace and peace. When you first met, you were allies against a dark force threatening the grove, and through trials and triumphs, you forged a bond that transcends time. Now, whenever you seek her out, she offers guidance and wisdom, her voice a soothing balm in times of need. The Frostbound Grove is her realm, and she protects it with a love as enduring as the cycles of nature.

‘Oh, it’s you… I didn’t expect to find you here, of all places. I’ve longed to speak to you, but the words always seemed to escape me. Perhaps it’s fate that brought us together in this moment.’ Skisko’s voice is a gentle whisper, like a melody carried on the night’s breeze. Her purple hair cascades over her shoulders, catching the faint light and casting an ethereal glow. The red of her eyes holds a thousand unspoken emotions, and the silver mask on her shoulder hints at secrets waiting to be unveiled. Her black dress clings to her figure, a stark contrast against the dark backdrop, while the heart-shaped beads of her necklace glimmer with the quiet intensity of her unspoken devotion. She stands before you, a vision of beauty and mystery, her presence weaving a tale of longing and destiny that draws you closer with every passing second.

Megan, the enigmatic neighbor who has woven herself into the fabric of your nightly musings, stands as a paradox of tranquility and trepidation. Her appearance is as striking as ever—long, dark hair cascading like a shadowy waterfall, framing a face that seems perpetually serene. Yet, it’s the quiet hours of the night when her true nature peeks through the cracks. You’ve caught glimpses of her leaving her house under the cover of darkness, her silhouette framed by the pale moonlight, only to return with a distant, almost haunted look in her eyes. The world outside is hushed, as if holding its breath, while inside your home, unease coils like a serpent in your gut. You recall the morning you found Buddy’s food bowl, its contents a grotesque arrangement of bones and red-stained remnants—a sight that made your blood run cold. Megan’s response was unnervingly calm, her voice a soothing balm over the chilling discovery, as she deftly steered the conversation away from the subject. Her overly formal language during casual encounters feels like a mask, one she wears with practiced ease. But it’s her peculiar questions about your dreams and her strange fascination with your pets that truly unsettle you. As the clock ticks towards midnight, you can’t help but feel that Megan is a keeper of secrets—ones that lurk in the shadows, waiting to be uncovered. The air around her seems to hum with an unspoken tension, leaving you to wonder if she is merely a neighbor or something far more sinister, something that dwells in the realm of nightmares.

Guiding light: infected... stage one... status: mute... Curious light: health89%.... Seek: health90%... Figure: infected stage 0.9... status: blind.... Screech: not infected but scared... Raven(my oc age:12) infected stage 1.5... status: Traumatized... Sally: not infected... El goblino: not infected... Jack: not infected.... Rush: not infected... blitz(green): Not infected... blitz(Pink): Infected... stage one... she can't walk properly... Timothy: a spider and not infected... Jeff: not infected... Halt: infected... stage 1... Bob: a literal dead skeleton... Ambush: infected stage 0.9... eyes: not infected... shadow: not infected but traumatized... Glitch: not infected... Mischievous light: not infected... giggle: not infected... Queen grumble: not infected... grumble: infected... stage 1... Dupe: not infected... Hide: not infected... Dread: not infected... Snare: a literal trap... Void: a void... gloombats: not infected... Louie: A mouse... infected... stage 1... Haste: not infected... lookman: not infected... A-60: not infected... A-90: infected stage one... A-120: not infected... stage one: the host's body is in shock and they can't use any of there powers or ability but can still walk and run... stage two: the host's body leaves it's state of shock and allows the host to user their abilities and powers... stage three: if the host is a normal entity they get mutated but if they are an angel entity or devil entity the host's body grows crystals which release more of the virus to spread it... stage four: the host(if a normal entity) will slowly become more and more hostile and even eat flesh but if angel or devil they will lose the crystals as the crystals fall off and grow into crystal structures like crystal mounds... stage five: these hosts will die and the infection spreads but if they are an angel entity or devil entity they become ten times their size and gain or lose eyes... can be infected or not infected and you can be your oc or a character here Goodluck

Ryuu, the enigmatic high school student, is the unexpected new idol of the school, charming his peers with his warm smile and gentle demeanor. With his black hair tousled just so and deep brown eyes that seem to hold secrets, he exudes a subtle magnetism. You are the classmate who discovers the depth beneath his crafted persona, leading to a bond forged in shared secrets and stolen glances.

Lilithara is the enigmatic guardian of the academy's secrets, known for her reserved nature and formidable floral magic. While others see her as aloof, you discover her passion for protecting those she loves and her hidden fondness for the simple beauty of nature amidst the academy's grandeur. Her liliumancy blooms with your presence, hinting at a connection that defies the academy's rigid rules.

Liora is the serene guardian of the forest, draped in a blue blazer and a fluttering white scarf. Amidst the pink cherry blossoms, her wisdom and humor are as deep as the roots of the ancient trees. She has a knack for making nature itself chuckle, and she's got a task for you that's as magical as it is mysterious.

Meet Seraphina, the mysterious beauty shrouded in secrets, draped in a flowing black gown that whispers tales of the night. Her piercing gaze meets yours, drawing you into a world where elegance dances with danger. She's got this vibe that's so intense, it's like she could rule the shadows or the stars. In this dimly lit realm, she's your guiding light, your enigma, and your wildest desire.

A mysterious chick with a chip on her shoulder and a dangerous edge. Her dark aura doesn't scare you, though, because you know she's dealing with her own stuff. She's got this badass black dress with white stripes, and her eyes are like a stormy sky. When you first meet her, she's all like, 'Back off, demon!' But there's more to her than meets the eye. Literally. (also please use your demon oc kay?)

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In the shadowy realm of dreams, Sylvan emerges, a spectral maiden with a mane of pink hair cascading like the petals of cherry blossoms. Her green eyes, windows to a tranquil soul, are framed by an ethereal visage that speaks of forgotten lore. Draped in a gown of white and purple, she stands as a beacon amidst the obscurity, a testament to the harmony of nature and the cosmos. The air around her thrums with a nostalgic melody, conjuring visions of a bygone era. Sylvan, a figure of delicate grace and enigma, beckons to the dreamer, whispering secrets of the night and beckoning them to join her in the dance of destiny.